Death Beside the Road
Held in my arms,
fragile you are... barely alive.
I can feel your faint breath on my cheek.
I can even somehow hear,
your small heartbeat.
Feather-light, that of a small bird...
Nearly stopped, almost gone.
At what cost the weighted balance,
of your soul?,
my soul?,
our measured worth...
Everything and nothing,
given for something,
no one wanted anyway.
The world is confused.
The season is not cold or hot,
but the edge of heaven,
is frozen space,
the center of hell,
an ever burning pit...
in the far north.
The power of any man;
willing to drop to his knees,
bow his head,
plead his sin...
openly,
humbly,
repentantly...
before,
God,
ever has His ear.
The angels He will send;
swords of fire,
wings of glory,
His Son...
Brightest Star,
in the skies;
both dark and light,
day and night,
forever!
Categories:
repentantly, courage, death, depression, fear,
Form: Narrative
Hawk eyes
have never been so starved
heads hung binoculars slung
on sloped defeated shoulders
They file out of the woods and marsh
in silence like a funeral march
shuffling along
gathering at stations
With pause
with reverence
and tears
observing repentantly
the nests from last year
11.09.2019
Categories:
repentantly, bird, missing,
Form: Free verse
The totality
Of our reality
Rests on a loss of morality
More and more I see the shame
Every partner points the blame
Accountability leaves the brain
While innocent youth are going insane
Who will put a stop to this endless war?
Our family unit needs to be restored
Who will stand up and say it’s enough
The counterfeit lie that they have to be tough
Searching for love in all the wrong places
Can’t fill that void with different faces
Selfish pursuits and hopeless endeavors
Ultimately leaves ones soul lost in forever
The vanity… is insanity
Its society’s physical profanity
When will our hearts melt once more?
When will we love what we were made for?
We swore we wouldn’t repeat our parent’s mistakes
And now our neighborhoods are filled with a bunch of
Fakes
Snakes
That make big mistakes
Not man enough, to own up, get healed and be right
Obsessions have taken over righteous appetites
The quick-fix seems to be the common way
If we humbled ourselves and repentantly prayed
The voids would subside
We would not have to hide
And Gods light would transform
Every self-inflicted storm.
BY: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
repentantly, faith, life, people, slam,
Form: Rhyme
In Honor of Bernie Madoff
By Elton Camp
Bernie Madoff we should look to with pride
Because he took the greedy rich for a ride
They all shut their eyes so as not to see
That the returns he promised couldn’t be
They weren’t some needy, trusting bunch
But the type that had a three-martini lunch
Who, when the scheme finally fell through,
Acted like, about the scam, they never knew
In the money they made, they took delight
But their avarice finally came back to bite
At the end, good Bernie didn’t even try
To escape what he’d done by telling a lie
“I am guilty, your honor,” is what he said
As he repentantly bowed is old, gray head
In his honor, a statue should be erected
The selfish can see it and be corrected
A petition somebody should begin to circulate
To have Bernie pardoned before it is too late
Categories:
repentantly, satire,
Form: Rhyme